[Not smart to stand this close with someone that poised to attack, so Rorschach takes one step back and slides into a fighting stance. He's wielding nothing but his fists, but that's all he needs most of the time anyway. Cops, in his experience, aren't trained well enough to merit much concern unless they're in a group, and how formidable could someone with a Rosary even be? His grappling gun hangs from his waist, but he makes absolutely no move to grab it.]

'A' Rorschach?

[His face jumps into an expression of surprise, which might even be evident by the look of it.

Two possibilities cross his mind: the first, that she's mistaking him for someone else entirely. People who happen to have the same general appearance and name as him, but are otherwise unrelated. The second, and much less palatable possibility is that someone - several someones, by the sound of it - took his mantle up after his death. He had no interest in a successor when he was alive and he has even less interest in one while dead and unable to provide guidance.

Her appearance is so evocative of home that the second possibility gnaws at him. She looks almost like a fellow mask, if not for the badge and the hostility.]

Seem confused. Fighting me isn't going to make you less confused, but not going to refuse you if you insist.